Page 27 of Range
The tires came to a screeching halt. Kason’s long limbs were out of the car and pulling on the handle of my door in a flash. With his help, I stepped out of the coupe, balancing my heels on the cement, sure not to get stuck in the cracks on the concrete.
With my head tilted slightly to the left, I observed Kason’s frame lower to the ground. This time, there wasn’t a ring in his hand. His palms were pressed against each other as he looked up at me with his big, brown handsome eyes.
My heart swelled with anticipation. My tongue pressed against the bottom of my top teeth.
“Eight weeks– Can I have eight weeks of your time to prove to you that I am the man you can trust with your time, heart, and future? I will not disappoint you, love. Eight weeks.”
I palmed his head, imagining it between my legs. As his lips moved, I imagined them against my vulva.
“Keep the ring. Keep it on your hand. It’s too beautiful for you to return. It’s too beautiful for me to fuck this up and yougive it back. It’s perfect, and so are you. I am the problem and one that I intend to fix immediately.”
Wheels turned all around us, slowly passing us by while attempting to mind the business that paid them. The sounds of the freeway mere feet away from us were liberating.
“Range–”
“Yes, Kason?”
“Eight weeks, baby.”
“We could pretend tonight didn’t happen and spend the upcoming weeks in the same blissful oblivion we’ve been in–”
“That’s not what I want. I want you. More of you. All of you. And, I want you to have me. To love me. To accept me. To stay by my side. Not with limited romance, but with untamable romance, unconditional love, and unfiltered happiness.”
Love isalwaysconditional, I corrected internally.
I pulled in a deep breath. Kason looked up at me with curious orbs.
I like you on your knees.
“Eight weeks,” finally, I agreed.
“And anything else you want?”
“I can think of one thing,” I confessed.
“What is it?”
“Your tongue against my clit.”
A smile peeled his lips backward.
“I like the sound of that.”
“I like the feeling of that.” I chuckled.
Kason stood on his feet and pulled me into his chest. With his arms around me, he pulled my tongue into his mouth. My nipples hardened against the jacket of his suit.
“Eight weeks,” he reminded me, loosening his grip.
“Um hm.”
I swiped my lipstick from his mouth as I nodded.
“Eight weeks.”
Roaman was alluring.Her quiet, commanding presence was incredibly entrancing. Even when she wasn’t talking, I was listening, prepared to digest her wisdom. She had so much of it. Age had little to do with her knowledge; experience and a highly studious nature had led her to the woman she was.
“Good morning, babes,” I greeted her, expanding to accommodate her.
